My father started his service in gliders but after crash landing a few times he became a paratrooper. He said he would rather jump out of an airplane than crash land in one. 13th Airborne. Almost lost both legs dut to trench rot in one of the cigarette camps in the winter of 44/45. Eighteen months in hospitals they saved his legs. The VA then denied his anxiety claim. He made it however and made a life for himseand five kids. Woodworking/furniture genious and one of the most intelligent human beings I’ve ever known. RIP Papa Joe